The shiny bliss from sacred cups -
My sweet, amazing Herehood.
A child who dreams, a joy that comes
From trembling hearts of cryptic woods.
A sweet caress of lonely night,
Where Wisdom is seducing you.
The death of mess, the Emptiness,
That bears eternity anew.
My Herehood's for Thee, my Eve,
The hand that takes forbidden fruit,
The spring of I, that never leaves.
No one escapes my Herehood.
Herehood
© Copyright: Владимир Васильков, 2014
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